The Klaxons started blaring, "Guess it's too late to turn back" I thought to myself. The usual synchronized marching turned into panicked slapping against the tile floor. I was panicking, "What are they gonna do to me?" I questioned. I don't wanna know, I ran for the ventilation room. I had been planning my escape since I came into being. Who ever runs this hellhole thought it was a good idea to put the building's blueprints into our minds. The vents were the best option, their bio-hounds cant get in there. The vents were cramped and reeked of whatever they use to keep us in comas before birth.
The hounds' screech's were piercing through the klaxons, only stopping when they need to breath. Finally I made it to the surface, it was pitch black.